For most of my adult life, I’ve considered myself an average cook. Could I cook enough recipes to keep things interesting and edible? Yes. Could I enter a cooking competition or feel thrilled at the idea of cooking for an entire dinner party or holiday get-together? Maybe not. As I’ve gotten older, though, I’ve enjoyed […]
When I was growing up, I never dreaded the summer ending. I never panicked about going back to school. I was obsessed with the idea of a built-in fresh start.
I always started my year with lists of how I was going to commit to being “better” — a concept that, at ages 12 – 18, was often limited to how other people perceived me. As I got older, the type of things I wanted to change or approve upon, of course, changed, but my desire to find a reason to be better and to begin again never went away. Time passed, I graduated high school, then college — but I never stopped looking for a reason to start over, even as it started to sink in that I was at an age where those built-in jumping off points weren’t there anymore. I gradually accepted that I had to make those points for myself. And then, in November 2017, my friend died. And I realized that, when you’re an adult, it’s not that the starting over milestones don’t exist, it’s that they’re just easier to ignore. T